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He doesn’t so much play the accordion as let it play him.

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It is liminal, this limo. It is in limbo. Ambivalent, stuck in a rut.

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I didn’t understand my watch wasn’t so cool until I saw it on Hall’s wrist.

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It’s the only shot in the movie that’s purely about female pleasure.

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What happens when you’re sick of using all that duct tape?

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Radio in hand, Mandrake heads for General Ripper’s office.

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There’s nothing more foolish than a man chasing his hat.

By: Gerald Peary

“Keep that coffee hot, Hugo.”

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You never know what the key to adventure will be.

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It’s a catalyst for and witness to Conan’s choices, follies, and tragedies.

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“What happened to my best hammer last spring?”

By: Jeff Turrentine

My dad wasn’t a bastard at all.

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“I’m not to blame for the rancid walnuts that enter my body.”

By: Scarlett Thomas

I walked home from the corner shop imagining the hot wax dripping onto my naked skin.